Pick Up The Nearest Book To You

I’ve just read this blog post at The Bloggess, where I’ve found one of those silly chain games that I enjoy so much. Here it goes: So I picked up a novel I had on my desk—Young Bess (1952), by Margaret Irwin—and opened it at page 45. [Thomas] More too, with whom he had walked so often in More’s garden at Chelsea, watching the river flow past and the seagulls swoop and swirl, while they discussed everything under heaven and […]

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